“Dinner’s ready.”
“I’m good,” I strain.
“You haven’t eaten all day.”
I have one finger inside of myself and another on my clit.
“I told you I’m good,” I strain.
That’s when the doorknob starts turning. “Joy?—”
“I’m coming,” I shout. “I’ll be down in a minute. Promise.”
“Make sure you are.”
I release the breath I didn’t know I was holding onto, taking the finger out of my pussy.Fuck. I’m gonna have to wait.
But it’s not so bad.
I’m sure I’ll come back into my room tonight with more inspiration.
11
VALERIAN
She must thinkshe’s safe on the other side of that door.
She’s wrong.
I heard that little moan slip from her mouth. I know exactly what she was doing in there. And I can’t wait to have some fun with that and let her know.
Because I really do know everything.
Once again, she underestimates me.
She strolls into the dining room wearing a full-length nightgown.
I can smell the wetness between her thighs. Such a beautiful scent. Like honey mixed with something darker. Something much closer to the earth, the scent rawer and more natural. It’s unique to her.
I pour wine from the diamond decanter and take a sip.
Did I finally find something that tastes better than vintage Merlot?
“Evening, sweetheart.”
Joy pulls out a chair, the legs scraping against the polished floor as she makes herself comfortable at the other end of the table.
It’s a long table. Seats twelve.
The maid and butler join us, taking food from the platters, eating in silence. They never fail to disappoint when it comes to making dinner.
I reach over, stab my fork into a piece of steak. “So, Joy,” I begin. “What have you been doing with yourself today?”
“Nothing much,” she mumbles, keeping her eyes low and her jaw tense.
I zero in on her hands, wondering which fingers she had inside of herself.
I’m glad I interrupted her when I did.